Just keep rubbing my pussy. Now slide two of your fingers in and slowly twist and rotate them in and out of me," she said. I complied with her instruc...tions working my fingers in and out while slowly twisting. "Mmmmm that's good sweetie now take your other hand and jack yourself off, good keep doing it, don't stop," she told me. She was undulating now, rotating her hips and pumping her pussy toward my hand. I was stroking my cock steadily and wondering still if this was really happening. There. Just before we left the pub, after a couple of hours catching up with what each had been doing, he handed me his card.Detective Sergeant Andrew Rowe.Specialist Crime and Operations Section,New Scotland Yard."Blimey Andy, you're in the Sweeney, the Flying Squad?"He laughed. "We don't call it that these days, but yes it's the name we used to go by. In the job we are known as the Heavy Mob." He wrote his telephone number on the back of his card. "I can always be reached here if you get into any. One of his bearish hands began mauling his daughter’s left breast while his mouth inhaled the nipple of her right. “Daddy, stop! What are you doing?! Oh, please Daddy, stop!” Steph screamed and pleaded, but to no avail.Steph slapped and scratched at her father’s back, but that only pissed him off. Pulling his mouth away from her breast, he back-handed her across the face.”Knock that shit off you little bitch. Stephanie slumped to the floor, crying into her hands.Her father grabbed her long. Yes, thrilling. It was thrilling just to pretend that something would happen between her and Fred.After a while Fred's arm slipped around Marjorie's shoulders. They were into the second round of drinks before she leaned against him and quivered as he kissed her neck."Please, don't do that." Why not?" Fred laughed."I don't know. It tickles." Hey, let's get out of here and go someplace else," Bob said."To do what?" Ethel said.Both men laughed. "Have a party, I guess."Ethel shook her head. "Not.